Fuck!
Rage will prepare my return to the world
Nothing will stop me now
I am determined in erasing what blocks me
And of all that i've done, nothing will remain, but a memorial shadow of advices
It's like preparing a war, but no one will lose his life
The memory of errors is fuel for the muscles of my brain, for the steel fists of will
Kant is dead, the consequences of my actions were real
They cursed me during dreams, and in a dream i shapeshifted them
It's like preparing a war, but no one will lose his life
The memory of errors is fuel for the muscles of my brain, for the steel fists of will